[It's not that Chuck's dismissing it, rather the opposite. He just doesn't really know what to say to this, and he's pretty sure words wouldn't do any difference right now. Most times, when it came to them, they never did. They were always too small an expression, never quite conveying all they wanted to each other.
Still, he stops and waits under the doorframe, looking back at Mike - unsure if he still wanted to say anything else, but leaving that option open.]
[He steps closer to his friend, smiles and slipping into Chuck's personal space as easily as ever. His hands are still in his pockets, because he can capture the scent of his shirt's conditioner, except when he draws one to hold onto Chuck's wrist, turned up, waiting for him to draw a hologram with the time - he just remembered they hadn't checked since they woke up.]
[Chuck nods at Mike, though if not for his hand around his wrist Chuck would probably be checking the time by now. Or maybe not; just a last effort to keep the rush and the world outside at bay, if only for a few more minutes.]
Yeah, sure! I mean, if it's not 3 already... [Though he knows it isn't. Texas would be whining for lunch by now.] we haven't even looked at the time today.
[Mike grins, and lets go of Chuck's wrist, at least with his fingers.] Wanna check?
[It's very unlikely and it's mostly wishful thinking, but he actually wishes it's 3. Even if he has a lot of things to do, the idea that what they've been doing lasted so long sits well with Mike to an extent he didn't know it could reach. It meant that they've only been worried with nothing but each other during a lot of time. That they've created this much of a shelter together. ]
[He shrugs, and it's with little dedication and a lot of reluctance that he pulls up a small holoscreen, one with just a digital projection of a clock.] Five past midday.
[He shoots a surprised glance at Mike. It's later than he thought it'd be, but it's much earlier than he was hoping it was. Still, it's a good hour, he thinks. Gives him enough time to finish everything up before Mike picks him up, especially because he's not feeling particularly hungry right now.] I think I'm gonna skip lunch.
[His eyebrows arch, expecting some other hour to show up. Except were any other time on the screen and Mike would find it surprising anyway. He nods.] I'll get you something to eat on the way, if you want.
[Of course Chuck would order more than just one thing, his stomach was another mystery of the universe, after all. He nods, liking the idea.] Sounds like a plan!
[He makes to move away, turn around to get his jacket and get going.] I'll let you know when I'm about to arrive, alright? Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.
[He waits for Mike so they can head out to the garage together, humming happily at the prospect of wonderfully tasty and perfectly unhealthy food - still healthier than Jacob's burgers, at least.]
[It would've been quick if it weren't for the fact that he had no clue where his jacket had gone. And that was just no good. Mike finally finds it under his bed [how did it even get there? we just don't know], long strides back towards Chuck as he shrugs it on, tugging at his collar out of mere habit.]
[Not... exactly. Chuck just glances around and leans over, pecking Mike on the lips and stepping back just as fast, with a small smile and a faint blush hiding behind his bangs.] One for the road.
[Mike blinks once, twice, lips forming a slight bow as he's parting them in shock and surprise and wonder.
Then that expression breaks into the biggest, most bashful smile ever to be drawn on his face, and he makes a quick reach for Chuck to tug him back, and kiss him deep and meaningful.
It's still quick, though. He pulls back.] Sorry, buddy. [He whispers and pecks him again before stepping a little away - lest he not be tempted again.] 'engine is drinking everything up pretty fast, today.
Pretty sure it didn't sound worse than me when I read that tag
[Chuck doesn't even have time to breathe when Mike pulls him closer. Not that it'd make much difference though, because he knows he'd just get his breath knocked out of him either way.
There's a sharp inhale, and he kisses back with at least as much dedication, lips barely parted and hands hanging in midair, as if he doesn't know where to put them. He grins once there's distance again, the blush deepening and a hand shyly resting over his own shoulder. Still, he can't help the small, quiet laughter at the last remark.] No problem.
[Mike grins, shakes his head and shoves his hands back in his pockets again, shoulders hunched - a position that would look very brooding if it weren't for the fond smile that would stay plastered in his lips for the remaining of the day.
He makes to head out the garage, waiting for Chuck to fall into step with him.]
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Still, he stops and waits under the doorframe, looking back at Mike - unsure if he still wanted to say anything else, but leaving that option open.]
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Pick you up later? Around... 3?
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Yeah, sure! I mean, if it's not 3 already... [Though he knows it isn't. Texas would be whining for lunch by now.] we haven't even looked at the time today.
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[It's very unlikely and it's mostly wishful thinking, but he actually wishes it's 3. Even if he has a lot of things to do, the idea that what they've been doing lasted so long sits well with Mike to an extent he didn't know it could reach. It meant that they've only been worried with nothing but each other during a lot of time. That they've created this much of a shelter together. ]
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[He shoots a surprised glance at Mike. It's later than he thought it'd be, but it's much earlier than he was hoping it was. Still, it's a good hour, he thinks. Gives him enough time to finish everything up before Mike picks him up, especially because he's not feeling particularly hungry right now.] I think I'm gonna skip lunch.
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[So his stomach's not growling, but he's starting to get hungry just talking about it.] Then we can go for some ice cream!
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[He makes to move away, turn around to get his jacket and get going.] I'll let you know when I'm about to arrive, alright? Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.
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[He waits for Mike so they can head out to the garage together, humming happily at the prospect of wonderfully tasty and perfectly unhealthy food - still healthier than Jacob's burgers, at least.]
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Ready?
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But then stops and looks back at Mike, a slight hesitance in his step.] Wait.
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I literally just squeaked
Then that expression breaks into the biggest, most bashful smile ever to be drawn on his face, and he makes a quick reach for Chuck to tug him back, and kiss him deep and meaningful.
It's still quick, though. He pulls back.] Sorry, buddy. [He whispers and pecks him again before stepping a little away - lest he not be tempted again.] 'engine is drinking everything up pretty fast, today.
Pretty sure it didn't sound worse than me when I read that tag
There's a sharp inhale, and he kisses back with at least as much dedication, lips barely parted and hands hanging in midair, as if he doesn't know where to put them. He grins once there's distance again, the blush deepening and a hand shyly resting over his own shoulder. Still, he can't help the small, quiet laughter at the last remark.] No problem.
I wouldn't be so sure
He makes to head out the garage, waiting for Chuck to fall into step with him.]
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